I move into my new office, and receive a major perk of my position as Lead Trainer.
I stepped out of the SUV and went to the trunk to grab my bags. While I didn't plan on living in my office, I did want to have several changes of clothes and a spare suit or two available. When I closed the trunk door, a beautiful 5'10", ebony-haired woman in her late twenties was standing next to me. She must've registered my surprise, because she spoke first. "Hello, Mr. Jason. May I take your bags for you?" I quickly recovered from my initial confusion, and responded with a simple, "You can just take this one, and open the doors on the way. Thank you, Heather." She smiled and tucked her shoulder-length hair behind her ear before obediently bending over and grabbing the bag before leading the way into the building. I took a moment to admire my new assistant from behind. Her plump ass was covered by a black, form-fitting mini skirt with purple trim. Her long, toned legs tapered down to her elegant 6" pumps. She had wider-set hips that looked perfect for holding on to during a good fuck. As she reached the door to the building, she pulled the door open and stood aside for me, allowing me to admire her ample D-cup breasts that were covered in a black cropped long sleeve shirt that had a deep cut to show off her cleavage. The outfit looked much better on her than I could've hoped for when I was picking my assistant's uniforms. As I walked past her into the building, I noted that she was my height with her heels, which was exactly what I was hoping for.
I had read her file several days ago while filling out my requisition paperwork. Like the vast majority of the female staff on the island, she was a prostitute before being recruited. Prostitutes were perfect targets for recruitment, because most of them didn't have much tying them down. Recruiters would run background checks on them, then solicit their services. They were given an offer; leave everything and everyone behind for guaranteed lodging and a good salary, or remain a common whore. They were told they would still be in the sex industry, but would never be forced to have sex again unless they wanted. There were rarely women who didn't accept the offer. They were allowed to say goodbye to whoever they wanted to so that no one thought they went missing, then were taken to the island. Once there, they were treated of any STDs they might have, given an apartment, and informed of where they were. After the initial shock, they were given tours, told about the various positions available, then given the choice in what they wanted to be trained in. Many of them chose to be cooks or assistants, while the rare gem would choose to be a trainer. They were also given bi-weekly access to the in-house Sluts and Dolls. Interestingly, Heather had been known to request extra time with them. I knew she would be a perfect fit as my assistant.
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Heather closed the door to my office behind me. "Is there anywhere in particular you would like this bag?" she asked. "You can just put it on the bed for now," I responded. "What does my schedule look like today?" She set the bag on my bed before responding. "Your first meeting will be here in 30 minutes, Mr. Jason. The note said 'Special Delivery', so I assume that means your Toy will be arriving then. After that, you're expected in the auditorium at Noon to promote your deputies. Then, the rest of your schedule is open to do whatever you would like." That sounded like a wonderfully light itinerary for my first day. Probably to ease me in and provide the flexibility to show what kind of Lead Trainer I wanted to be. "Thank you. You can leave me alone for now. Let me know when my meeting arrives." She bowed slightly in acknowledgement before walking out and closing the door.
I spent the time before my meeting unpacking my bags and checking out the bar area. According to her file, Heather also turned out to be a remarkable bartender, so I was looking forward to having her entertain me and any guests I might have. I picked up the remote to the TV and started looking through all the streaming services that were available. Right when I had settled on something to watch, there was a knock on the door. Heather poked her head in to inform me that my meeting had arrived. I moved to sit at my desk, then told her to send them in. A few seconds later, a man walked in holding a leash. Attached to the leash was the redhead from a few days earlier. The leash was attached to a collar that was worn tightly around her neck, and she wore a simple, semi-transparent dress that showed her simple white bra and panties. "Hello, Lead Trainer Jason," the man said. "I was told this bitch was to be delivered to you. Please sign here as a receipt of your new property." He held out a clipboard and waited for me to take it and sign. He thanked me, handed me the leash, then promptly left.
I was alone with my new Toy. While there was still fear in her blue eyes, she didn't seem as terrified as she had been when she got her first taste of her new life. I stood up and walked toward her, noting her slightly tensing up as I reached toward her collar to unclip the leash. "You seem smarter than the average girl that comes through here. Tell me, bitch, what do you think your life has just become?" The question caught her offguard. "S... Sir?" I started to circle her, slowly looking her up and down as I spoke. "You were kidnapped, raped, then taken to a remote island. You were stripped of your name and raped again before being sent to a facility where all your body hair was permanently removed. You were sterilized, then spent a couple days isolated before being brought to me on a leash. So, I ask again. What do you think your life has become?" I could see the pain in her eyes when I brought up what happened to her this past week. Her breathing had quickened, reminding me of the first time I saw her; my dick getting hard when I thought about what we did to her then. The bitch reached up to the collar on her neck before responding. "My life has become yours... Master?"
I stepped up to her, looming over her 5'4" frame as I grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at me. "That's right. You belong to me. Everything you are exists solely to please me however I see fit. If you serve me well, I may allow you to regain some amount of dignity. You have to earn it, though." I stepped back and moved behind my desk and sat down. The Toy stood there awkwardly for almost a minute before summoning the courage to speak. "What would you like me to do, Master?" A dangerous smile crept across my lips. "Strip and present." The redheaded bitch stood there awkwardly, as if trying to figure out another meaning to my words. Eventually, she seemed to accept there was no hidden meaning, and her hands slowly made their way to the hem of her dress. She hesitated for a couple seconds before gradually lifting it off. I admired her shapely legs that were separated by a thigh gap I hadn't noticed during our first interaction. My gaze followed the dress upward as more of her creamy skin was exposed. Her stomach was perfectly toned, as if she had been in some sort of sport. Track, perhaps?
The dress finally found its way on the ground, leaving the bitch in her bra and panties. I looked at her, then lowered my eyes to the ground, a silent command in my glance. She inhaled, then brought her trembling hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. As expected, she tried to keep one hand over her boobs as she clumsily slid the straps of the bra off her shoulders and let it fall. She realized her predicament as she brought her free hand to her hips. She hesitated over the waistband of her panties, trying to figure out how to maintain some semblance of modesty while stripping in front of me. She closed her eyes to muster the courage to bring her boob-covering hand down and quickly slipped her panties off before moving one hand to cover between her legs and the other her breasts. Her embarrassment was overwhelming. Her eyes squeezed shut with her face lowered; her left arm covering her chest with her right covering her pubic area; her knees pushed together with her legs slightly crossed to minimize the exposed skin. The sight was like an intoxicating drug, and something I never tired of seeing on the girls brought to the facility. It was actually the reason I requested she be given clothes in the first place. There was something psychological about being forced to take their clothes off (or having them removed) instead of already being nude that I found to be paramount in breaking girls' spirits.
I got up and approached the bitch. She tensed up as I stood right in front of her, sensing my presence. "Open your eyes and look at me, bitch." She pinched her eyes closed a little harder before gradually opening them. Since she was looking down, she saw my covered bulge right away. Her breath quickened as she lifted her face and looked at me staring down into her beautiful blue eyes. I silently thanked whoever designed the skin imperfection reversal concoction used in processing, because it did not eliminate this girl's freckles. "I said, 'Strip and present,' not, 'Strip and cover up.'" I took two steps back and looked at her expectantly. Once again, the bitch's breathing quickened, but eventually, bit by bit, she lowered her hands to expose her private areas. Once her hands were by her sides, I gave her instruction. "The proper presentation form is eyes forward, arms crossed behind your back, chest pushed out, and legs spread. Present."
Much to the girl's credit, it only took her a couple seconds before she did as she was instructed. She was learning quickly. Finally, I was able to admire my property in its entirety. While my first chance to see her naked was when I welcomed her to the facility, it was hard to fully appreciate given the nature of the encounter. Now, as I took a lap around her, I took my time. Her chest had faint freckles to match her cheeks. Her nipples were pink, and lacked bumps on her areolas. Her perfectly average breast size was complimented by them being bouncy and perky. Her hips provided a pleasant shape to her overall profile, and her ass was round and firm; further telling me she was likely some sort of athlete. Her legs led down to dainty feet, whose toes were straight and well-cared for. Looking back up, her thigh gap housed a pink pussy, whose short outer lips covered all but the uppermost part of her clitoral hood.
After completing my lap, I moved over to one of the guest seats at my desk and took my pants and briefs off before sitting down; my dick rock solid and ready to go. I didn't correct the bitch as I saw her look at my impressive member and gulp anxiously; no doubt remembering the number I did to her with it. "Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you. Not yet, anyway. Instead, you're going to stand right in front of me and masturbate while I do the same." While I would've much rather taken this bitch in every conceivable position, I wanted to exacerbate her embarrassment. I suspected she got off on being humiliated, and I wanted to confirm it. "Come here, bitch." She moved toward me without much hesitation, and stood inches from my legs. "Something tells me you don't need me to tell you what to do. Show your master how you get yourself off."
Amazingly, she didn't require a second order. Her left hand reached up and grabbed her right breast while she sucked on her right hand fingers before they found their way to her slit. She slowly ran her fingers up and down, coating them in her juices. My own right hand grabbed my dick and started pumping. "Look at you," I said to her. "You've just been through the worst days of your life, and you're here fingering yourself like a common whore." As I had hoped, she started picking up her pace, starting to focus more of her movement on her clit while her other hand started squeezing her tit a little harder. I continued with her degradation. "Just a few days ago, you were stripped at knife point. Two men raped you, while a woman sat on your face and came over it like a common jizz rag." The bitch's eyes were closed with concentration, but I could tell each word had an effect by the way she worked her clit more and more. "You must be admitting to yourself right now that this is what your purpose in life is. Hell, you CAME while we raped you! Your pathetic pussy betrayed you while two strangers' dicks filled your ass and pussy with their seed!" This made her flinch a little, but she quickly regained her composure as she seemed to be approaching her final stretch. I stood up from the chair, still jerking my dick as I grabbed her hair and yanked it, forcing her to look up at me. Instead of making any pained noise, the unmistakable sound of a pleasure moan left her lips. Her abdomen tensed up, indicating her approaching orgasm. "Look at me, bitch. You want this, don't you? You want to live a life as a sex toy. You want to be used and abused. Your body aches for it, doesn't it? Craves it. You're glad you were kidnapped. You're happy you were raped. You're about to cum knowing that the rest of your life is going to be spent pleasuring me however I see fit. It's all you ever dreamed of, isn't it, bitch?"
She didn't answer me with words. Instead, her body went rigid for a few seconds before spasming with an orgasm so hard, her legs gave out. I let her fall, then maneuvered her so she was completely on her back. My own orgasm was rapidly approaching, and I wanted to take this opportunity to mark the bitch. I stood over her and aimed my dick at her face. "Beg me for it." She didn't need to be told twice. "Please, master. Mark me as yours. Cover me with your cum." Despite being instructed to do so, there was a sincerity to her voice that awoke the basic male urge to stake my claim. I aimed my dick at her face and let loose. The anticipation of this moment gave me plenty of jizz to work with. After nearly twenty seconds of unloading, I had painted the bitch from her face to her pussy to her feet.
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I took some time to admire my new Toy. She remained on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened to her. What her body just admitted. Then, I remembered that I had something to do. I reached for the intercom on my desk. "Heather, can you come in here, please?" Seconds later, the door opened, and my gorgeous assistant walked in. While she clearly checked out the cum-covered bitch on the ground as well as my yet-to-soften dick, she maintained her professionalism. "Yes, sir?"
"Time has gotten away from me. When am I needed in the auditorium?" She once again glanced at my Toy on the ground and smiled. "It's 11:45, sir. If you want to be on time for your first big event as Lead Trainer, I believe it wise for you to get going now." Perfect. I looked at the redhead, who had just sat up and wiped the cum out of her eyes. "Looks like you don't have time to get cleaned up, so you're going to have to wear that for a while. Get your clothes on, I have a meeting to get to." She took a second to register what I said. Then, her cheeks got red at the thought of being paraded around covered in cum. Still, she did as she was told and moved to grab her clothes. Seeing this, Heather spoke up. "Sir, may I inspect your Toy for something?" I smiled. I had hoped that my assistant would find the state of my Toy appealing. "Of course," I responded, gesturing. Heather stepped up to the bitch. "Spread your legs." The girl looked at the woman towering over her, then at me, clearly confused about what to do. "Listen to her," I said. "You can assume that Heather carries an authority that only I supersede." Heather nodded, appreciating me backing her up. "Spread your legs," she repeated. This time, the girl obediently spread them, exposing her cum-covered pussy. Heather crouched down, and without warning, stuck two of her fingers in the bitch's cunt. The Toy moaned, spreading her legs even more, inviting the intrusion.
Heather paid it no mind. As quickly as she inserted her fingers, she removed them. Then, without hesitation, she stuck them in her own mouth. She seemed to savor the taste for a bit before removing them. "As I expected." She clearly could tell I was confused, because she proceeded to explain herself. She maintained eye contact with the Toy while saying, "I have had the pleasure of tasting many women's juices. What many people don't know is that the type of orgasm a girl has influences how her cum tastes. This bitch's cum tastes like pleasure, mixed with the unmistakable notes of shame. It seems that you," she turned and looked at me. "You sir, have found yourself a shame slut."